Much troubled in mind, the Cynic reclined, His star was not in ascendant; He deigned not to scoff for he had a bad cough, And a tear from his nose was pendant. "I’ll away!" said Diog, "To Delphi I’ll jog, And consult that oracle sure." He went, and it said, "For a cold in the head Take Woods' Great Pepperminent Cure.*
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Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 77, Issue 131, 5 June 1934, Page 4
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61Page 4 Advertisements Column 3 Wanganui Chronicle, Volume 77, Issue 131, 5 June 1934, Page 4
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